So like I said, my fathers had two houses here in Plymouth. They had to move
to the second one so they could take care of a child, which ended up being
me. As they were just finishing up moving all the way into the second one,
though, they got a call from papa’s mother. It was about my grandpa, who I
never met. And that’s because he died that day. My papa was the first person
she called about it, and then she called my Aunt Cooper. And then my Aunt
Cooper called my papa so they could talk about it too. They cried about it
together, because they loved my grandpa. They tell me that he was a great,
hard-working man. I wish I could have known him. I was alive already, but my
fathers had not adopted me yet. When he and my grandma were both finally
retired, they left Idaho, and moved all the way down to Florida. A lot of
people like to retire there, because it’s sunny all the time, and really
pretty. They lived in a building called unassisted living, because they had
trouble moving around too much, but they still didn’t need a nurse to take
care of them all the time. My papa had actually visited a couple times since
they moved there. He had even helped them move in, but I decided to talk
about Florida on this slide, instead of earlier, because this is when my
papa went down to go to his father’s funeral. It was really sad, and I’m
kind of glad I at least wasn’t there for that part. Only a few of grandpa’s
friends were able to make it, because a lot of them were already dead, and
some of them weren’t able to travel. Some of them lived in Florida too,
though.
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